man, overwhelmed me, and I burst into the exclamation, " Behold, even to the moon, and it shineth not; yea! the stars are not pure in His sight; how much less man that is a worm, and the Son of Man which is a worm!" It was not a spirit's voice; the charm was broken; I awoke, a mortal still, but with the hope of immortality enlivened by my sleeping vision of the brighter world; and with enlarged conceptions of His amazing love, who, though "He walketh in the circuit of heaven," yet, "from the place of His habitation, looketh upon all the inhabitants of the earth"-the Monarch of immensity, "who sitteth on the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers!"

TRUTH.

I saw a lovely creature, she seemed to me an angel, spedding her course. Her gait was graceful yet resolved. Earnestness was in her eye; benevolence upon her brow. She was on an errand: it must be one of good. I saw her rudely stayed. I asked her obstructer why he stayed her. He said, 'I have well

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done; her name is TRUTH. I stopped her because I feared she would go too far, as, assuredly, she was going too fast.' 'Nay!' I answered, her errand being good, she could not have gone too far, unless she had over-past the point of her destination,-nor too fast, unless a good deed can be done too soon.' I looked at TRUTH, and I saw that she was downcast, and I knew that some worthy act was hindered, some noble purpose thwarted; I saw that there had been done a wrong. But the expression of her countenance re-assured me. There was indeed depression, but there was no debasement, no despondency. Her eye still bent forward, and its glance convinced me that her course was but impeded, and should soon be resumed with accelerated steps! Her face was set towards the land of Mercy. God speed thee Truth! was the wish of my heart and the prayer from my lips; and again her march was onward: and presently I heard, or else it was anticipation whispered, "Mercy and Truth have met together!"

J. C. WESTBROOK, PRINTER, HANLEY.